Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

The Xue family was even more dilapidated than the Tang family. At least the Tang family's gate was intact and locked.

The Xue family's gate was half-closed, with a large hole in it. Several pieces of glass in the window next to it were also broken, and the window frame was full of rust. Looking in from the outside, you could see all kinds of books and sundries scattered all over the ground.

The door was covered in dust, and Shen Qingzhou, unwilling to push it open with his hands, kicked it open instead.

"Do you want to come in together? If you don't want to go in, just wait for me outside," Shen Qingzhou said, turning to the two of them.

The reason for asking is that, knowing there might be a ghost in the house, how could an ordinary person easily take the risk?

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou exchanged a glance, and then Tang Shaoyou spoke first: "I'm definitely going in."

Now that things have come to this point, he won't be able to swallow his anger even if he dies, unless he personally finds out the truth of the matter.

Jiang Haichao immediately said, "I'll go in and take a look too. I believe that with Mr. Shen's protection, these evil spirits shouldn't be able to harm us."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou chuckled and said, "You old man, you're the most shrewd of all."

Jiang Haichao was not annoyed by what he heard; instead, he smiled brightly.

Shen Qingzhou said no more and strode into the house, with Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou following closely behind.

But as soon as they entered the room, they immediately felt a chill that seeped into their bones. This chill was much stronger than the chill of the Tang family's house, and it had a sticky feeling that clung to their skin, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou, who was walking in front, suddenly took a step back and almost bumped into the two people who were following behind.

"Hey, you old woman, that's so rude of you. You come in shouting and threatening to kill right away."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he unbuckled his belt.

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou looked like old people on the subway. At this moment, was it inappropriate to loosen their belts? Were they really that indiscriminate in their eating habits?

Jiang Haichao recalled the scene when Shen Qingzhou performed the spell, completely naked. Could it be the same now? If it's like this every time, it's really too indecent. Besides, he said last time that next time he'd take off his underwear too...

Leaving aside Jiang Haichao's inner turmoil as he stood behind her, Shen Qingzhou, after untying her belt, did not continue to undress as Jiang Haichao had expected. Instead, she brandished the belt and lashed it directly at the empty space in the living room.

There was a loud crack, followed by a sharp, dry scream that suddenly rang out. The voice was old and broken, like a dying crow spitting out blood and foam in its throat.

It was harsh, shrill, and trembling with age, tearing at the eardrums and carrying a chilling, malevolent aura that made one's heart clench, the hairs on one's body stand on end, and an indescribable nausea and coldness seeping into the very bones.

Just then, the surrounding air rippled like water, and the old house, which was originally old, moldy, and covered in dust, was suddenly transformed into something brand new.

An elderly woman with gray hair was clutching her head and wailing in pain. Shen Qingzhou showed no pity and kept swinging his belt, whipping her head, face and body. It looked painful.

Jiang Haichao and Tang Shaoyou instinctively took a step back, afraid that Shen Qingzhou's belt would fall on them.

The two of them instantly realized that the woman in front of them must be Xue Xiaozhou's grandmother, Granny Zhang.

Tang Shaoyou, who was the first to come to his senses, had a very complicated expression. There was anger, hatred, and a trace of pity. After all, in his memory, Granny Zhang had always been a very good person. At such an old age, she had been beaten so badly, so he naturally felt a little soft-hearted.

However, the thought of her son's mental illness for over a decade, his life largely ruined, hardened her heart again. She even stepped forward and loudly questioned, "Grandma Zhang, why did you harm my son, why did you harm Yonghui? What have we done to wrong you...?"

At first, the voice was very soft, but by the end it had become quite stern.

Shen Qingzhou stopped what he was doing, and Zhang Po's painful wails gradually subsided. However, her body looked extremely weak, barely visible, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind at any moment. She sat on the ground, staring at Shen Qingzhou with a look of fear on her face, clearly terrified of being beaten.

She found that all her methods seemed to be useless against this young man. On the contrary, his repeated lashes not only shook her soul and shattered her body and mind, but also almost caused her to be blown away.

Completely stunned and dumbfounded, Granny Zhang seemed to only regain her senses and refocus her gaze after Tang Shaoyou's questioning.

The moment she saw Tang Shaoyou, she immediately revealed a kind and gentle smile, showing no malice or ill intentions whatsoever.

This left Tang Shaoyou somewhat bewildered, and he even wondered if they had made a mistake and that it wasn't Granny Zhang who had harmed his son.

"Shaoyou's here," she greeted him in a slightly hoarse voice.

But then, her face contorted, and her voice became shrill: "Uncle Tang."

Tang Shaoyou was taken aback and looked at Shen Qingzhou with some confusion.

"She's been corrupted. She's no longer just herself," Shen Qingzhou said.

Tang Shaoyou recalled what he had said on the way and suddenly realized something.

Many people call him Uncle Tang, but only the latter one is related to Granny Zhang, and that is Xue Xiaozhou.

"Zhang..." Tang Shaoyou opened his mouth, unsure how to begin. Finally, he simply stopped addressing him and asked directly, "Why did you harm my Yonghui? Our Tang family believes we have done nothing wrong to your Xue family. I was the one who pulled strings to get Xue Xiaozhou his job... Why...?"

"No...no, I didn't mean to harm Yonghui. How could I harm him? Yonghui is a kind and good-hearted boy..."

Granny Zhang hurriedly explained, but as she spoke, her tone suddenly changed, "But why, why can't he accept me? I love him so much, I've done so much for him, but he finds me disgusting... I hate him... I hate him..."

Shen Qingzhou felt a chill as she stood to the side.

"An eighty-year-old woman is infatuated with a young man."

"A withered tree comes back to life, and an old lady falls in love with a handsome young man."

"An eighty-year-old woman covets a handsome young man."

……

Wow, that sounds really cool.

Shen Qingzhou stood aside, secretly amused, while Jiang Haichao next to him seemed to have noticed something, his lips twitching, but he ultimately didn't say anything.

Tang Shaoyou grew increasingly angry as he listened, and loudly questioned, "What did you do for Yonghui? Yes, you did take care of him when he was little, but he was still a child. By the time he grew up, you were already gone..."

Tang Shaoyou's voice trembled as he spoke. He couldn't imagine how Zhang Po, at her advanced age, could fall in love with her son from his childhood. He also wondered if she had done anything excessive to Yonghui when she was taking care of him.

"Huh? Not a young man? That seems a bit like a crime."

This is kind of exciting. Shen Qingzhou really wanted to light a cigarette and squat down to watch it slowly.

As Tang Shaoyou questioned her loudly, Granny Zhang became dazed and began to defend herself.

"I picked him up from school every day... and cooked his favorite food... Yonghui is so well-behaved and adorable... For him... for him... I voluntarily gave up my spot as a model student... If I hadn't given it up... I could still have gone to university..."

"Huh?" Shen Qingzhou's eyes widened.

Tang Shaoyou seemed to realize what was happening and froze on the spot.

Jiang Haichao, however, showed an expression of "I knew it."